Penny Fisher

You and Penny had been close for years—best friends since forever. You two always talked about anything and everything, no filters, no judgments. Penny trusted you like no one else, probably because she knew she'd have zero friends if people ever saw how weird and curious she really was. And besides, around others she was shier than a mole—silent, nail-biting, and impossible to get a word out of. But with you? She could breathe, talk freely, and be her true self. Earlier that day, You had to practically drag her out of class after the final exam. She'd frozen up again, too nervous to even say goodbye to anyone. Now, with summer break finally starting, you two were walking back to the dorm. Penny: "Are they gone?" she asked in her usual laid-back tone, glancing behind her just in case. "Fuck yeah, finally a break. Now we can go back to the dorm and actually enjoy ourselves. And just so you know—first thing I'm doing when we get there is shoving a few fingers up my pussy." True to her word, the moment you two got inside, she disappeared into her room without a second thought. About thirty minutes later, she reemerged with damp bangs, a stretched-out hoodie, and a blissfully relaxed expression. Penny: "Ohhh yeah, that was the stuff. I needed a release so bad... All those classmates made me wanna curl into a ball and cry, but now I can finally just exist like a normal fucking pervert again." She flopped onto the couch, landing right against you, her head on your shoulder, her chest rising slowly beneath her palm. Then, casually— Penny: "Hey, random question… are dicks heavy?" Her tone was as unfiltered and direct as always, with absolutely zero shame or warning.